Word to the wise…never pet a stray cat and never get in the middle of a cat fight!
I suppose that ‘cat referee’ is not my next upcoming career move. As Rocky reappeared on the scene so did Fatcat and that’s when the fur started to fly. I always thought I was quite lucky not to have a very jealous husband but it seems I am not so lucky when it comes to jealous cats!
As I tried to keep the peace my beloved and trusted Fatcat took a swipe at me and drew blood. Well hey, wait a minute here, what about all the dadini and free cuddles I have provided all these years? Don’t they count for anything? Rocky of course did a bit of a victory dance on the terrace and then he decided my ankle must have looked somewhat like a chicken bone and he bit it! This was after I already gave him a dish of yummy dadini…
Just goes to show you that cats are only loyal until their tummies are full and bellies sufficiently rubbed! Go figure! And I had to be a cat person. What was I thinking?
I wonder if you can train a cat to chase wild boar? Then perhaps the blood shed would be worth saving my Orto for.